Mama I’ve got news for you
I’m heading straight to Hell and it’s a climb.
Dirty little secrets, filthy little minds,
O bad loving all the time.
But if there wasn’t any sinners then the saints wouldn’t look so good
Get the whip out, bags the truncheon, you can beat me but I’m not gonna tow the line
Slap the cuffs on, make me feel bad, you can beat me but I’m not gonna tow the line
Papa what is wrong with you
Settle down and watch your boy perform
Taking all the good bits, picking out the bad
I ain’t got no time for reform
Brother they’ve just killed this man
So I won’t need no saviour this time
Citizens of cool, they’ve played me for a fool
So tie me up and fit me to the crime
(words and music by Doc. © Cyhoeaddiadau Mwldan)